I get the brussels sprouts ready to go. Wash, drain, cut. A little bit of garlic, a little bit of soy sauce. The garlic splutters. The bright green winks at me through the sauce. A little bit of chili powder to add some heat.
The music is on high so that I can hear it over the sound of sizzling sprouts.
"Hey, can you set the table?" I feel like saying. "Dinner's almost ready! Can we scrounge up some dessert? Maybe the strawberries with something?"
And almost I begin "Hey ca - "